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Apr 2012
Up on morning’s dawn,
Looking out on blue ocean calm sea,
Nighttime sleep washed from my eyes,
Black coffee pours into my cup,
Steam raises Sunday slow sips,
Lips warmed,
Past week remembered,
New week planned,
Just sittin back gazing out,
Sunshine blue skies enfold me,
Morning’s day captures me,
Tis my lazy day just to be,
Oh lazy, Oh lazy old me.
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